Roy almost pinched his watch, and rushed over the moment the shipping company opened, eager to meet one of the deceased's former superiors, Mr. Charles Wind.

Mr. Charles is not too young, in his fifties, and he is quite mild. He politely invited Roy to sit on the couch in his office and asked, "I heard you're an advisor to the Gotham Police Department?" ”

"Yes." Roy nodded, "And I'd like to ask a few questions about the murder of your company's recently deceased employee, Mr. Ram Craven. ”

"Alas, he used to be a good sailor, and he was a good man, what a pity." Mr. Charles looked sorry and said, "If you have any questions, please ask, and I will try to answer them." ”

Roy said: "I heard that Mr. Craven encountered an accident when he went to sea for the last time in his life?" ”

Mr. Charles nodded in confirmation: "Yes, it was a disaster, since the establishment of our company has hardly encountered such a big storm, it is indeed extremely difficult to survive." For Raven to survive, I think he must have been a modest person in exchange for God's favor for him. ”

"Didn't any of the other crew survive?"

"Not a single one."

"With all due respect, is it possible to you that the family of a deceased who died in a shipwreck could have a grudge against the deceased because of this? Or a little sign is fine. ”

Mr. Charles tilted his head and thought about it, shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem to be." As I said, Ram was a very honest man and a rare good man. He never causes trouble, and he will never sit idly by as long as he does his best to meet everyone's difficulties. I think he should be a guy that everybody likes. ”

"Is it possible, then, that someone resents him for something in private that is not known to most people?"

"I can't tell." Mr. Charles sighed, "There are no absolutes in the world, and it is always difficult for people to explain clearly." ”

Roy nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then there is another question." Are there any employees of this company, or among the family members of the victims of the shipwreck that you know, who are more than two meters tall? ”

Mr. Charles frowned slightly, and his eyes, which were not too big, narrowed almost into a slit.

"Nope." In the end, he said firmly, "It's too rare for people to be more than two meters tall, and I shouldn't forget one when I see one, but I really don't." ”

Roy was a little disappointed, he had hoped to find at least one suspect under the condition of being two meters tall, but now it seemed that it had backfired.

He wanted to continue, but his phone rang at this moment.

Answering the phone, he asked, "Barbara?" I thought you'd sleep all day. ”

Barbara said, "Originally? Maybe there's going to be that. But that was before I intercepted the news from my father's police channel that the Gotham hospital had been forcibly broken into by a masked maniac, and maybe you would want to come back and put on your gear and go to the Gotham police. ”

Gotham Hospital.

It took twenty minutes from the time the first security guard was mercilessly shot in the head by the intruder, the intruder put down the large wave of security guards who had gathered and the two detectives who happened to be visiting patients in the hospital, and finally managed to kill the sixth floor.

This guy is very flamboyant, the burly figure of more than two meters tall is hidden in a gray-black cloak, the wide hood of the one-piece covers half of his face, and the exposed part is a diamond-like mask, and a round lens similar to a heart guard is installed on his chest. He wears black square-toe boots that resemble military boots on his feet, and holds a police USP pistol in each hand.

He dressed up arrogantly and swaggered into the hospital. Why kill in? The reason is simple, if you want to come in to see the patient, you have to register your name at the front desk, and since you are wearing a mask, it is obvious that our terrorist is not happy to keep his name.

He went straight to a hospital room on the sixth floor and kicked the door open.

"Rankin Theodore." The masked man let out a low, terrifying voice from his throat.

A blonde man in a hospital gown on a dripping drip, shrunk into a ball in horror: "Who are you?" Why did you come to me? ”

The masked man pointed his gun at him, but instead of firing, he silently recited it as if he were chanting: "Rankin Theodore, your name is on the list, you should fall." Ready to look yourself for who you really are? ”

"Nope! Please! Other! I will do whatever you say."

"Really? That's nice. The masked man actually put away his gun. Mr. Theodore, who had just thought that he was going to die, now felt a kind of joy for the rest of his life, and at the same time a sense of foreboding secretly rose in his heart.

As a result, the masked man immediately said, "I want you to fall through this window." ”

"What!?"

Before the gentleman could be surprised, the masked man's stout arm jerked and pulled the pulley bed to the window.

"Nope! Wait! Don't do this! We have something to say well," Mr. Theodore shouted incoherently, in despair.

As if in response to his cries for help, the window on the other side shattered with a "clang", and the winged knight broke through the window, rolling on the spot to counteract the inertia, maintaining a half-crouching position, and two batrang were thrown towards the masked man.

The masked man blocked two darts with a wave of his hand, and the darts collided with his arm with a crisp thud, as if they had hit some solid metal.

"You." The masked man frowned, as if he was a little unhappy that his murder had been disturbed.

With a gray-black cape, a hood, and a height of about two meters, it is almost certain that he is the murderer of Mr. Ram Curraven. Roy was also a little surprised to see him, just now he was still thinking about tracking down this person's clues, but he didn't expect it to be effortless.

"You killed Ram Craven." Roy's bass, processed through the voice changer, asked dullly, "Why?" ”

"Oh? You know I did that? The masked man smiled, "Everything has its own number, that's all." Like this man, he was destined to be thrown from this window by me. ”

Poor Mr. Theodore was now so frightened that he had lost control of his body, and watched the events unfold in a blank manner, and then silently greeted the whole family of God from the bottom of his heart.

"I won't be with me." Roy said coldly, and with a wave of his hand, three small balls exploded one after another in front of the masked man, like fireworks. However, this is just a trick similar to a trick, which is used to attract the opponent's attention to cover up his surprise attack, and there is no real lethality.

In fact, Roy's cover was effective, and the masked man was distracted, and his reaction was noticeably slow. When he tried to parry, Roy's right hook had already slammed into his opponent's diamond-like cheek.

However, the masked man only tilted his head and ate the force of the uppercut.

Not only does this big man look sturdy, but he also plays sturdier on the batter. Roy felt his fist pound like a heavy steel plate.

The masked man punched back, and he wasn't slow, and more importantly, he told Roy that his strength was even more amazing through the wind that hurt his cheeks.

Roy quickly crouched down, turned around and swept his legs towards the masked man's lower plate.

As always, Roy quickly simulated and planned the next few moves in his mind, hypothetizing a series of combos after the opponent's kick was successfully swept down, as well as the opponent's possible response after jumping up and dodging the kick.

But unfortunately, the facts turned out differently than he predicted.

The other party did not dodge, and his whirlwind sweeping leg swept the masked man's knee joint. The strong man, however, only bent his knees a little, and soon straightened again as if he had been fitted with a spring, as firm as a stick.

Only the possibility that this sweep failed to work, Roy did not consider it at all, and the next few sets of prediction plans were suddenly inapplicable.

Roy's combat experience is not very sufficient, and most of the opponents against strong opponents rely on the brain's quick and meticulous calculation and planning ability, but in the face of emergencies, he can quickly choose moves and react, but the more experienced the martial arts master, the faster he can respond.

But the masked man's movements didn't stop at the hesitation of his enemies, and his arm grabbed Roy's throat like lightning, lifting him up with both feet off the ground and one hand.

Roy could feel the exaggerated force squeezing his throat, as if a little more would be enough to pinch his throat.

Looking down, he saw his face reflected on the man's mask and the heart shield on his chest, as if watching the strange feeling of being strangled to death by himself.

"Do you see your true self too? Winged Knight? "I help everyone see themselves, you can call me 'mirror'." But you're not my target today, you're not on the list. ”

With that, an even greater force erupted from his arm, throwing Roy out of the way, smashing the door of the hospital room and throwing him out.

Roy's body was smashed out along with the door panel of the hospital room, and he slammed into the wall of the corridor outside, and the wooden door panel was torn in two by the force of the impact.

The terrible force, it felt like falling from the second floor, and it hurt all over.

The masked man, who claimed to be the mirror, returned his attention to Mr. Theodore, who was trembling in his hospital bed.

"Please"

Ignoring the gentleman's last plea, the mirror lifted his boot and kicked it the edge of the bed, which fell like a speeding car from the sixth floor with a long series of screams as it smashed through the glass.

Roy struggled to his feet, half-crouching and panting.

"We'll see you next time, Night Knight."

After saying that, the mirror jumped out of the broken window.

The first rays of the morning light shone in through the window.